Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Words Are Weapons, artist - D12. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Words Are Weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| My words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| These words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| The rage I release on a page |
| Is like a demon unleashin' a caged |
| Lunatic as soon as I hit the stage |
| My mind is like a fuckin' stick of dynamite |
| Once I get behind the mic |
| It’s like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight |
| My 9 is like a guidin' light at night: shinin' bright |
| My fuckin' grip is tighter than my wife’s vagina (psych!) |
| These cock-suckin' cops got my Smith-N-Wesson |
| I guess it’s time to pick a different weapon |
| Man, the shit’s depressin' |
| But Swift is gettin' me a new one for a Christmas present |
| Come on, Slim, let’s go and teach this fuckin' bitch a lesson! |
| They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish |
| But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage |
| Shady, stay creative, baby |
| Hold your head up, don’t you let up |
| One bit on these motherfuckin' suckers |
| You’re a soldier, get up! |
| Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathin' |
| They jealous of you, man, that’s the only reason they beefin' |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| My words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| These words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| It’s that Dirty Dozen renegade |
| You done pulled the pin out my grenade |
| .38's will move your shit up out the way |
| You niggas won’t forget about McVay |
| You got somethin' to say? |
| Let it out today, or watch these bullets spray |
| From these 10 black fingers huggin' these deadly millimeters |
| That’ll make Jeff Dahmer look like he caught a misdemeanor |
| See, I’m Dirty, so I ain’t gotta buy a pistol cleaner |
| An official beater, don’t let me see you with yo' heater |
| You gets whipped with it |
| Tell them motherfuckers Swift did it |
| You packin' somethin' special in your crib, then bitch, get it! |
| I’m physically fitted to run yo' digits, I’m hostile |
| With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils |
| You get splitted, and guess what: I’m blowin' up the hospital |
| And wouldn’t give a fuck if you a cop or a ho |
| I’m Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector |
| Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| My words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| These words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| I’m eatin' crews like I’m Hannibal |
| There’s no way I can be the gay rapper (Why not?) |
| I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha ha) |
| Stupid trick got my dick startin' to itch |
| Went to my mother’s grave site, called her a stupid bitch |
| One on one in this bloodsport |
| I’m in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports |
| (Your honor!) Six times I been arrested |
| How would you feel, if you was a Jehovah witness |
| That always got molested? |
| (It happens) |
| I’m smokin' dank, drinkin' drank |
| I can’t have any kids 'cause I’m fuckin' shootin' blanks |
| Don’t you know Bizarre don’t give a fuck?! |
| Nicole’s a whore, I’m glad O.J. |
| murdered the slut (uhh!) |
| Responsibility — I’m negligent |
| Bill Clinton’s a fag, should be stabbed |
| Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) |
| Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre |
| While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin' diarrhea |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| My words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to crush my opponents |
| These words are weapons |
| I never show no emotion |
| My words are weapons |
| I use 'em to kill whoever’s steppin' to me |
| My words are like weaponry on a record |
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